You Were Born For Such A Time As This.

Name: Kassy
Age: TWENTY-ONE!
Topic: Our Purpose.

So yeah. As of May 27th, I am now 21 years old. Not a really big thing really. Just another birthday. But still. I had a birthday. And it kind of feels weird to be "legal." Haha. I just decided that I wanted to ramble a little about my birthday. It wasn't huge. I didn't do a lot. But still, it was my birthday. Haha.

Back on topic. We were all born for a purpose. That's right. You weren't just an accident, you weren't a mistake. Well, okay, so maybe you were an accident. But you were an accident for a reason. I was an accident. But it doesn't mean I don't have a purpose. It doesn't mean that my purpose has changed just because I was born out of wedlock in an unexpected manner. As actually, most of us are. But yes my dear readers. We were all born for a purpose.

I have really been loving the song, "The Anthem" by Jake Hamilton. There is this one line that just gets me every single time. "I am royalty. I have destiny. I have been set free. I'm gonna shape history!" Yes yes. I am going Christian again. And yes Miss Tiffany if you are reading this, my blog is very Christian. You want to know why?! Because I want it to be. Or really, I actually don't mean for it to be. It just is. Because it's who I am. It's what my life is.

My life isn't mine. It's God's. I don't live for me anymore. I live for my Papa God. Because he is amazing and I would not be here, I would not be who I am, I don't even know if I would be alive, if it weren't for him. That's right. I am darn proud of my faith. Not saying that people who don't shout it off their rooftops aren't proud of their faith, this is just who I am. Loud and in your face. Yup.

So again, off of my ramblings. Purposes. We have a purpose. What's your purpose? I have NO clue. You know who knows? Papa. He knows. Because he knows everything about you. Oh yeah. Everything. All the details. Freaky right? Not really. Because once you know he knows that. You have nothing to hide from him. Because you can't really. But that isn't even the point. The point is. Papa.

My purpose. Is to live for God. To worship him in my life. To have a worshipping lifestyle. I worship him through music and song. I worship him through my photography. [And that...is a whole other subject...which I talked about a little bit...but there is SO much more.]

We are a generation of change. [No I am not talking about Obama people...yeah...not even touching that subject...lol...people and their anti-christ theories...anyway.] We are in a generation of the most abortions, the most pain, the most depression, the most...almost everything. But we were born for a purpose. We are a generation that is on fire for God. Everything that Satan puts up against us...God brings back a hundred fold. Which I personally find SO very beautiful. Because God is always FOR us.

Honestly, I don't even know what I am getting at right now. I feel like rambling on and on about how amazing you are. Yeah, that's right. You! Whoever you are. Reading this. YOU ARE AMAZING! You are fearfully and wonderfully made! You are beautiful...or handsome in the case of a man...unless you don't mind being called beautiful. I can not even explain to you how much that your Papa God loves you. He FIERCLY loves you. He passionately, fiercly, and deeply loves you. Agape. Unconditional. 1 Corinthians 13. Replace Love for God. Because God is Love.

So yeah. I am just on a kick where I want everyone to know how wonderful they are. Because I have just been realizing how wonderful I am. And I am not even saying that in a conceited way. It's just how Papa sees me. And he sees you the same way.

Well, I just wanted you to know. I know this is random. And I don't even know what else to say. So I am going to end my ramblings right now.

God Bless.